Elizabeth Wein’s new historical fiction is called Black Dove, White Raven. Due for release in 2015! Here is the synopsis:

(Open RP) Spirital Walks

*Mitchell at first, didn’t notice the girl, still looking around aimlessly, but when she spoke and hearing her voice in his head, he paused and looked around more carefully, noticing the girl. He paused for a moment, trying to register that she actually did notice him, caught his name, and spoke to him. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….Y-Yeeeeesssssss?”

It was bluntly obvious that this was his first time actually meeting someone in this state that actually noticed him. Usually everyone was oblivious to his presence, and he got used to such. Having interaction was surprisingly surreal to him. Probably more than usual.

"Mitchell," she began softly, to show that she meant no harm to the astral presence, "Is this your first time doing astral travel? Your presence is as noticeable as thoughts are loud." She giggled, amused at her own comparison. 

"Might I inquire as to why you are performing this feat?"

*Mitchell shook his head, seemingly quick to recover on the fact that he is having a conversation with someone.* “Well, not really the first time. I do these every now and again. Sometimes by intention, but most of the times accidentally. I don’t have a good hold of myself sometimes, and my spirit sorta slips out. I’ve been getting better at keeping the darn thing in. Not that mostly anyone would even notice. Rarely anyone I know can even see me. One person I live with can somewhat feel where I am vaguely at. Not quite accurate, but he still has a small hint to where I am.”

"Well, I got bored, really. Nothing was going on at home, so I left my body for a casual stroll. Or…..Float….I….Guess???" *He seemed to be in thought for a moment for a proper term.*

"I see. I am one of three children, but I am the only one among my siblings that has psychical powers. My oldest sister can recognize when I'm not here, and some of them have learned to sense me in their mind, but for the most part, if I lost myself during an astral travel, not a single one of them would be able to know where I was and lead me back home." 

She gave him a cheerful giggle, hoping to ease any nervousness he had. "I see. You are hoping that by performing astral more consciously, that you might be able to find out what draws your spirit out? Or is it more to end the wanderings?"

(Open RP) Spirital Walks

*Mitchell was reading a book, wondering where Robert has been. He was starting to feel guilty for that phase of scaring him and he wanted to apologize. Feeling like he wouldn’t return for a while, he sighed.* Maybe I should go somewhere and relax for a bit….. *Mitchell got on the couch, laid down, and closed his eyes. He relaxed himself, breathing slowly, and began to block out all distractions. Slowly, he began to lose feeling of his body, and he no longer could feel any feeling to his body.

No longer having control of his body, he began to try and get his spirit out of his body, slowly. He slowly started to move his spirit outward by trying to get some control of it. He imagined himself raise his arms, fiddling with the fingers a bit and feeling his face. He began to try and move his legs, then started to float, beginning to gain control over his spirit. He began to turn his head around, getting a look of his surroundings. He was still in his house, right above his body. He sighed, and floated towards the computer desk and grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, and started drawing a note in case anyone finds the body, reading “My soul is currently out of my body. Be right back.” He placed the pencil back in it’s place, put the paper over the body’s face, and floated outward, floating across the ground and going further away from the house. He felt at peace, though he wished that he could meet someone. Even if he could though, he knew that they wouldn’t see him unless they had some strong ability to sense out wandering spirits.*

As Mitchell travelled the spirit world, he came across a woman with fair blonde hair. It was slightly wavy from her styling it, and she had bangs. In her hair was a heart-shaped clip, and she seemed to have been working on a little girl’s dress.

She paused in the middle of drawing out her sewing needle, sensing a spirit nearby. The woman closed her aquamarine eyes for a moment, reaching out with her extra senses to see Mitchell there. 

Curious, she probed her mind a bit further to understand what he was, and who. She could sense his name, and his intent, learning easily through her telepathy that he was a curious traveller, and one who was still sort of new to this.

After a moment of collecting the most basic of impressions, she said softly, “…I see. So your name is Mitchell?”

She spoke both aloud and sent it to him as a psychic thought, since she did not prod enough with her mind to discover how much he was able to use the senses. She didn’t want to be more rude than she already had when she had cautiously slipped her mind in to learn of his name and purpose.

*Mitchell at first, didn’t notice the girl, still looking around aimlessly, but when she spoke and hearing her voice in his head, he paused and looked around more carefully, noticing the girl. He paused for a moment, trying to register that she actually did notice him, caught his name, and spoke to him. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….Y-Yeeeeesssssss?”

It was bluntly obvious that this was his first time actually meeting someone in this state that actually noticed him. Usually everyone was oblivious to his presence, and he got used to such. Having interaction was surprisingly surreal to him. Probably more than usual.

"Mitchell," she began softly, to show that she meant no harm to the astral presence, "Is this your first time doing astral travel? Your presence is as noticeable as thoughts are loud." She giggled, amused at her own comparison. 

"Might I inquire as to why you are performing this feat?"

(Open RP) Spirital Walks

*Mitchell was reading a book, wondering where Robert has been. He was starting to feel guilty for that phase of scaring him and he wanted to apologize. Feeling like he wouldn’t return for a while, he sighed.* Maybe I should go somewhere and relax for a bit….. *Mitchell got on the couch, laid down, and closed his eyes. He relaxed himself, breathing slowly, and began to block out all distractions. Slowly, he began to lose feeling of his body, and he no longer could feel any feeling to his body.

No longer having control of his body, he began to try and get his spirit out of his body, slowly. He slowly started to move his spirit outward by trying to get some control of it. He imagined himself raise his arms, fiddling with the fingers a bit and feeling his face. He began to try and move his legs, then started to float, beginning to gain control over his spirit. He began to turn his head around, getting a look of his surroundings. He was still in his house, right above his body. He sighed, and floated towards the computer desk and grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, and started drawing a note in case anyone finds the body, reading “My soul is currently out of my body. Be right back.” He placed the pencil back in it’s place, put the paper over the body’s face, and floated outward, floating across the ground and going further away from the house. He felt at peace, though he wished that he could meet someone. Even if he could though, he knew that they wouldn’t see him unless they had some strong ability to sense out wandering spirits.*

As Mitchell travelled the spirit world, he came across a woman with fair blonde hair. It was slightly wavy from her styling it, and she had bangs. In her hair was a heart-shaped clip, and she seemed to have been working on a little girl's dress.

She paused in the middle of drawing out her sewing needle, sensing a spirit nearby. The woman closed her aquamarine eyes for a moment, reaching out with her extra senses to see Mitchell there. 

Curious, she probed her mind a bit further to understand what he was, and who. She could sense his name, and his intent, learning easily through her telepathy that he was a curious traveller, and one who was still sort of new to this.

After a moment of collecting the most basic of impressions, she said softly, "...I see. So your name is Mitchell?"

She spoke both aloud and sent it to him as a psychic thought, since she did not prod enough with her mind to discover how much he was able to use the senses. She didn't want to be more rude than she already had when she had cautiously slipped her mind in to learn of his name and purpose.

Ryuuta gritted his teeth and dug his feet in, throwing a strong punch forward. He focused, hoping his own burning passion to win transferred to Purge. No matter how hard the genius got hit, or how tired he’d get dodging the attacks, Ryuuta’s job was to keep the fire inside going.

[And with that, the rogue yelled out as he started firing from his Chu-brand machine guns. The difference between it and a normal machine gun was that there were no bullets, only shots of pure groove energy. So long as there was a beat and a groove, he wouldn’t run out of ammo. Purple shots fired at the aliens as Purge kept aiming.]

[The eye widened on the Rhombulan]

WHAT-ARE-YOU--

WHAT-IS-THIS--

WHAT--

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[the ship explodes. The other Rhombulans also get shot by the machine guns, effectively wiping out all ships present! Congratulations! You have defeated the Rhombulans! You have earned 1000 exp and 0 space dollars.]

“Oh, you wish, you squares,” Ryuuta smirked, sailing down so he could plant his feet on solid ground. He gave another yell of “OSU!” in hopes of firing Purge up for battle.

…

(There was something a bit unsettling about this target’s aura, but Ryuuta decided that there were more pressing matters at the moment, such as Rhombulans once again threatening the production of music. Didn’t those American Agents teach these guys a lesson already?)

[Before he knew it, Purge felt a burning determination inside of him. He pulled out the Chu guns again, this time as they changed into what appeared to be machine guns.]

I warned you guys, didn’t I? Now you’re gonna pay!

WHAT-ARE-YOU-PATHETIC-HUMANS-DOING

YOUR-LARGE-GUNS-DO-NOT-SCARE-US.

[mutter mutter]

WHAT-DO-YOU-MEAN-THEY-ARE-CHARGED-WITH-MUSIC

NO.

WE-CANNOT-ALLOW-THIS

[zzzzap! zap! ZAP-ZAP-ZAP! FUCKING THUNDERSTORM UP IN HERE.]

[Right before the aliens were about to take their shots at the Rhythm Rogue, a riff of a guitar was heard. Purge turned to notice the man there and grinned.]

Right! I can do this! Just leave it to me!

WHAT-WAS-THAT-NOISE.

ARE-YOU-ONE-OF-THOSE-AGENT-PEOPLE?

STOP-THAT-NOISE-THIS-INSTANT

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Role call! Muses with no mother for Mother's Day!

Add it to the sadness list

I-it’s a d-dumb holiday a-anyways!

I can’t say it’s my favorite holiday…

I’m sorry, mommy. 

“…I would have a mother if I hadn’t lived for this long.”

[Allie and Eris Sandros belong to this list.]

Allie: It still bothers me somewhat that both she and my dad passed back then, but at least they're in a better place I guess?

Eris: I don't really care. It's one less obligation.

Allie: I don't see how you can say that you don't care! They were our parents!

Eris: Family only brings obligation and unnecessary feelings. Now if you excuse me...

[Leaf and Joey also somewhat count in their canon, because hahahaha celebis suck.]

Leaf: .3. Hey Joey...

Joey: Yeah?

Leaf: What would you do for your Mom today if we could be there?

Joey: Well... I... I'm not really sure. =\ I guess take her out to dinner. What about you, sweetie? 

Leaf: I'd bake her a cake. Every year, I bake her a cake and all of her favorite sweets. Even when I was away, travelling, I'd find time to stop and send her something, or I'd put an order in online and then have it sent to her.

Joey: That sounds a little like something you'd do on her birthday. ^^;

Leaf: Nope! On her birthday, Daddy and I would go and take her out to her favorite theme parks or carnival or wherever she wanted that year and we also would buy her flowers!

Joey: That's right- flowers. I nearly forgot that I'd try to get her some of her favorites. They're really rare though, so I wasn't always able to get her some. (Unless I paid more than I earned in a month as a Gym Leader for a bouquet.)

Leaf: Ahh. .3. I hope I can see her again soon. I miss her. And dad. 

Joey: I do too.

[and I can't recall any other characters off the top of my head. Sorry for spamming your dash with this baww stuff, you may resume your regularly scheduled late night postings!]